Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1887-12-09


sheet O. writin' paper"
"Writing paper, grandpap?' said little
Peleg, looking up in surprise. why,
Injins didn't have writing paper as lon.s
ago as that"
"Peleg," replied the Old Settler, SOL
emily, "who's the Oldest, you or yer
gran'pap?"
"Why, you are, grandpap."
"Then who orter know best whuther
Injns had writin' paper or not the time
my story happened? I'm old enough,
hain't l, to member back fur enough
fer that?''
81 guess so, grandpap. Bill Simmons
says tint if he could remember back as
far as you can he'd think Methuseler
was a kid 'longside of him."
He would, hayl Bill Simmons is a
bright boy. He knows a heap. He
knows SO much, b'gosht 'lmighty! th't
mebby he knows this story, an so We
better go over an let Bill Simmons tell
it to YET
1t took good deal of coaxing and a
great many rash promises on the part of
Peleg before the Old Settler was placated
so that he would go on with his story,
nothing had happened
carter findin' the sheet o. writin' pa
per-" he said, ''the Iniin prince writ the
follerin' letter to Chink -a-pin, ez nigh ez
l kin call it off:
DEAR CHINKA: take my pen in hand to in
form you that am WELL an hope these few lines
will find you injyin' the same blessin, but am
in a very oncomfertir' fix, which, il don't git
out of it, I'll be dead Injn soon. am on the
top o. Squawkee Hill. If I'd tell that to some
folks they'd call me a liar, an then th'd be q
fight, but you know me. Petey, an th't l hain't
no kind of a wild roamin son o. the widernest
fer pervarcatn tell ye I'm high an dry on
oil Squawkee, an unless sumpin' turns up to get
me off I'll be chasin' the boundin' deer an the
rampagin' bar in the happy huntin' groun's
fore half a moon kin roll around. Mebby you
kin think up some way o. fishin me down. No
more at present The 'skeeters is bad. Love to
all, an keep big hunk fer yerself
'Your'n, thirsty an hungry, GoGGLY
carter writin' that, the Injin prince
waited till the eagles had gone to roost
in the top of the oil pine tree, an wen
it got dark he elm up the tree an tied
the letter to the he eagles leg. Then he
slid down, an in few minutes were
snorin' like a tired out houn'.
"The sudden goin' away an the not
comm back O the young prince made
a heap O. excitement 'mongst the Injins.
The king durn nigh went crazy, an at last
on the third day of his sons absence, he
sent out word th't whoever recovered
Prince Gungle- jib-goggle-eye could have
anything the king had to grant. AS most
everybody wanted sumpin' they didn' I
have, the hull tribe went to lookin' fer
the prince. Chink-a-pn were consid able
shook up by the disappearance Of the
prince, but she sot her eagle trap all the
same ev'ry day, but didn't ketch nothin
till the fourth day an then she foun' q
slammin' big eagle fast by one foot ir
the trap. She were jist about to send ar
arrer through it wen she see sumpin
hangin' to its leg, an she made up hel
mind she'd investigate a leetle fore she
killed the big bird. She lassoed the eagle
an bound it down, an then got the piec,
O. paper that was hangin' to its leg. Tha
paper were Goggly's letter. Sure enough
the eagle had happened to get in Chink "a
PIN trap. The Injin gal give little vel
ven she read the letter, an then closeC
up tighter'n drum.
"I'll hev sumpin' to ask fer FIN TIL
king afore two days, says she, AN II
get it, too.
"Chink-a-pin sot down an writ al
answer to the princes letter, tied it t,
the eagles leg, and let the big bird outer
the trap. Away it sailed up to ards tn
top o OF Squawkee. The prince, hun
grier thin ever, war layin' on his back
wonderin vat war gointer become o
him, w EN- the Of he eagle come back t.
the dead pine. screechin' an screamin
and maxim a great fuss.
" He hain't ben ketched,' said tn
Injin, with groan.
The prince noticed that the eagle KEEP
peckin an peckin away at his leg
and bimeby he see sumpin' white drop
pin down outen the tree. 1t come a zig
zaggin' an a shakin' down. an fell rigli
at Goggly' feet. He picked it up.
was Chink-a-pin's letter, ez follers:
DEAR GoGeLY: Yourn received, on were ela
to hear from We. were 'feered mebby ye wer
lost. 'Scuse haste an bad pen, but I'm goin
out to kill a fawn. I'll See We tmorrow an tie
ye all about it. Yer pap is well.
"Iour'n lovinly, CHINK-APIN.
"'Crazier tn n a bed bug on boardin
house cot!' yelled the prince. an h
clawed the ground an kicked. I'm
gone min, and l mowt ez well git read
to feed the crows
"Gungle-jib-goggle-eye rolled an
groaned an cussed his luck till Ion
to ards noon the next day, an then h
jumped up an, marchin' to the edge {
the gulch, made up his mind to end hi
misery by jumpin in. Jist as he wer
gointer make the spring one o. the hi
eagles come a sailin' up with deer i
its claws.
81 am gointer climb that tree ar
make fight for some o that deer!' say
the prince, an he stepped back FIN tn
gulch an starts fer the tree. He had &C
to the foot of the pine when heard
shout, an, lookin' up, see sumpin
slidin' down the tree like flash. an til
next second he was bein Rugged al
kissed by Paw-paw-chink-a-pin, The-cu
tard-pie-that- hahn -got-no-tiies-on-it I'll
eagles scared around an screeched ft
that gal two minutes afore were I'll